Cauldrons Burn and Potions Bubble,
Come meet the night as Hecate's double,
A drop of blood and a Tiger's eye,
With Magick, will make the High Pope lie,
Whatever dark ambition that you hope to seek,
Realise those wishes, at the Shoppe 'O' Magick!

Having warmed yourself by the great fireplace, you make your way around the Inne, exploring the rooms open to the guests. You turn the corner and find yourself facing a doorway covered with a large, dusty, purple velvet curtain. Cautiously, you pull aside the cloth and enter the dimly lit room.

Immediatly, the scent of dried herbs and strange concoctions rushes up your nostrils. You look around silently, afraid to stir the thin layer of dust that seems to have covered the walls of the room.

To your left, a long wooden counter overflowing with round bottles. A stuffed bat hangs above the counter top and stares at you with open eyes.

To your right, a large bare wall covered with endless rows of shelves. All filled with large leather bound volumes that glowed with a pale blue essence.

And in the center of the room, a large wooden table carved with hieroglyphs and consecrated with a large Pentacle by the side.

"Very interesting..." you think to yourself.

" Of course they are." a high pitched voice answered from behind, "Wouldn't you like to buy some back?"

Shocked, you whip around, only to find a short, plump hag greeting you with a toothless grin.

"And don't ask me how I can know what you are thinking. This is the Gate Keeper's Inne, get used to it." she sniggered, "Hello, I am Morzella, resident Witch and Medium."

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